Chores

Stan knew,

There were chores to do.

So he sat down and heard ‘Superheroes’.

Played XBOX and ate Cheetos.

He saw ‘You’re my Tomato’,

Just like a couch potato.

Mom was a receptionist,

Dad was a perfectionist.

They weren’t stepping on lawn,

Until dawn.

Oh bother! 

It was mother!

She stepped on the lawn,

Not at dawn.

Stan was too busy to see,

Busy as a very busy bee.

Mom saw a fan, a can, and Stan.

Stan was grounded,

Like he was bounded.

Stan knew that chores,

Were not for boars.